[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse]
I was a pauper
Fickle and bruised and
Wishing I could atomize these lonely lunar views
But with thorns in my ankles
And rocks in my shoes
I weather through
[Verse]
I was a pauper
Fickle and bruised and
Wishing I could atomize these lonely lunar views
But with thorns in my ankles
And rocks in my shoes
I weather through
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